James kept checking the booth to see when it would open. He and his friend Harry Steel had arrived at Video-Con a few hours ago. He would’ve preferred to be here with Roger, but since Roger never came upstairs to tell him he would be going today, James decided to take Harry up on his invite when he’d called him early that morning.
“Why do you keep checking when Lord Matrix’s booth will open up?” Harry asked while rummaging through a selection of used video games at another booth.
“He’s supposed to have been here at one o’clock,” James replied.
“No, there was a last-minute change in schedule, so he won’t show up until two.”
“Oh.” He peered at the crowd. “Then I will check the other booths out,” he said, walking away. “I’ll be back here in a few minutes.”
Harry nodded, half listening while he checked the used games out.
The place was fairly crowded for the early afternoon. It would get a whole lot more crowded that evening when the stars that did the voices for the popular characters on the games would arrive for signings and photo sessions.
If he wanted to do some spying, the best time would be when Lord Matrix first arrived. He had no idea what he was looking for. If Roger were here, what clues and intel would he be searching for?”
He turned on his heel to walk around the crowd of comic book fans standing in line to meet an illustrator when he bumped into a rock-hard chest. Gazing into the stranger’s eyes, he gasped. Under the thick glasses and the long black wig was Roger.
* * * *
What were the odds that they would bump into each other like this?
James glanced around suspiciously and said, “Roger?”
Roger nodded and whispered in his ear, “What are you doing here?”
James dodged the question with a counter-question and a frown. “What are you doing here? You said you’d call me if you were coming.”
Roger shook his head. “Come with me. We can’t talk here.”
He gently grabbed his arm and guided him out. When they had cleared the crowd and were alone in the men’s bathroom, he shook his head. “I came alone because it’s dangerous and I don’t want you to get hurt.”
“What, we are going to play musical chairs again? We talked about all of this yesterday.”
“Yeah, well, that was before I spoke to your brother.”
“Chandler? You spoke to Chandler about me?” His anger began to take flight. “I’m not a kid any more, Roger. I don’t need my brother’s permission to do anything. If I want to help you spy on Walter Ewing, that’s my business, not his.”
Suddenly Terry’s face formed in Roger’s mind’s eye. His gut wrenched. He was not going to make the same mistake twice. He couldn’t bring James into the line of danger.
Roger shook his head. “Chandler is right. Go home, James. This is too dangerous for you.”
James snorted. “I don’t believe it. You still see me as a helpless, hopeless kid who can’t do anything more than follow orders.”
He turned to look at the door, took a step, then spun around to stare at him. “Well, I’ve got news for you, Roger. I’m not the same kid who had a crush on you and who did everything my big brother asked of me.
“I’m a strong and smart man who thinks for himself. I know what I want, and I always go and get it.”
Without warning, James grabbed him by the waist and pulled Roger against his chest, kissing him hard on the lips.
Roger stared into his eyes and then at James’s lips, remembering the hot kiss they shared. His stomach fluxed with excitement.
James reached for the top button of his shirt. He gazed into Roger’s eyes, nibbling at his own lip before saying, “You said you still see me as a kid. I’m not a kid.” He began to unbutton his shirt. “I’m a virile man who wants you.”
Once James’s shirt was open to his waist, he grasped Roger’s hand, bringing it to his chest. “Can you feel my heart? It’s racing for you.”
Roger touched the center of James’s chest. His heartbeat raged through their contact. Tempted to explore more of his heavenly chest, Roger let his hand roam over his hairless, tanned chest to his left pec. He cupped its fullness. It was pure muscle. James flexed it.
Roger moaned with approval, “Fuck, you’re gorgeous.”
“So do you still see me as a boy?” James asked in a husky voice.
Roger didn’t speak. He simply stared into his eyes while he continued to admire his divine chest with his hand.
James grabbed a handful of Roger’s cotton shirt, tugging him closer. He kissed the side of Roger’s neck. His hot breath sent erotic chills flowing throughout Roger’s body.
When he began to nibble his earlobe, Roger’s cock became hard. He closed his eyes, trying to contain his sexual desires to fuck this irresistible man beside him.
James grabbed Roger’s hand and guided it from James’s chest to his crotch, and to his huge bulge.
James whispered in his ear, “I’ve got a hard on. You excite me. Feel me.”
Roger rubbed James’s cock over his pants. He could sense his size. He got wet thinking about it. James was well endowed.
“Does this feel like a boy’s cock?” James teased.
“No,” Roger growled under his breath. It took all his willpower not to jump on James right now.
When James’s hand came to rest on Roger’s hard, wet cock through his clothing, Roger’s cock twitched as if it were trying to signal James that it wanted more tender loving care.
Roger growled and grabbed his hand. “James, you’d better stop now, or I won’t be able to control myself.”
James gave him a sidelong, devilish grin. “Why is that? Is it because you find me sexy and irresistible?”
Roger chuckled at his joke, then nodded. “That’s it. You’re sexy. And very desirable.”
“Do you want me?” James rasped.
“Mmm, yes,” he said in a deep, hungry tone.
“Well, I want to taste you.” James began to unzip Roger’s jeans.
Roger grabbed his hand. “No,” he said in a weak voice
James huffed. “No one can see us.” He pushed Roger’s boxers down, exposing his cock. It poked the cool air. Goose bumps spread over his entire body.
James gazed longingly down at it, biting his lip. “Oh, I like it.” He stroked the tip, pre-cum coating his fingers.
Roger’s cock twitched and stretched. He poked it upward against James’s hand while he groaned with pleasure.
James peered down and was about to wrap his lips around it, when he stopped and looked at Roger with an amused smile. “Do you still see me as the nerdy, skinny sixteen-year-old from years ago, Roger?”
Roger shook his head. “No, you’re all man. A sexy, strong man, and I want you to eat me.”
James smiled naughtily, his perfectly white teeth sparkling in the sunlight beaming in from Roger’ rental car’s sunroof.
He pushed the lever to the driver’s seat, making it spring backward. Roger gasped in surprise, then held his breath when James wrapped his hot lips around the circumference of his cock.
His eyes widened as his heart jumped. He couldn’t believe what was happening. The voice in the back of his mind screamed he should stop. He couldn’t erase what had already happened, that they had admitted their attraction to one another. But he could stop things before he made things worse.
What would Chandler say if he knew Roger was letting his baby brother give him a blow job? A friendship he truly cherished, ruined forever because of his salacious desires he wanted sated.
Yet he couldn’t stop. No matter how loud the voice in his mind hollered, he couldn’t stop. His heart told to move forward. Let James please him and let him into his heart. Let their sexual attraction blossom into something fantastic and everlasting. He had been alone for far too long. Enough with the meaningless one-night stands he’d participated in these past years. Bit by bit, they were eating away at his soul, numbing him from the inside out.
James offered unconditional hope and love if Roger continued to open this heart.
And as James stroked his cock, licking and sucking the tip, Roger closed his eyes and decided to jump in and just let this incredible man sexually please him. To let this man, with all his funny quirks and headstrong beliefs, guide him into not only a physical bliss, but a mental and emotional one as well.
And to let this relationship, no matter how high the odds were stacked against it, to blossom into something mind-blowingly fantastic. Because James was a smart, witty, and amazing man, whom he wanted in his life, heart, and soul.
James slid Roger’s cock deep down his throat. Roger groaned, “Ah, fuck, that feels so good.”
James stroked him and fondled his taut balls. The pressure deep inside Roger boiled. His body heated as his blood siphoned through his veins, quickening its movement. He combed his fingers through James’s blond locks. They were silky-soft to the touch.
“Mmm, yes, oh yes.” Roger groaned. “Go faster. Suck me.”